NOT OUR AGE

Chapter 02: She apologized?

Camila's POV

It had been three months since I quit my job. I had not found a steady way to do what I loved just yet. Since I did not have any fixed income and I lived from my savings, I took some part-time jobs to make ends meet. I taught Spanish twice a week. I took the food delivery job. I sometimes did babysitting or walking a dog. I was fortunate I did not have to pay my rent as the one-bedroom apartment I lived in since I went to college was mine. My father, who was never there for me when I was growing up, decided to buy me an apartment in the city center when I started college.

I still could live from my savings, but I had to adjust my expenses while I did not have a steady income yet. I ate out least and cut off unnecessary expenses. I was glad that Dinah understood and supported what I was doing. She did not ask me to go to places where we would spend more money. She also would pay for my meals if she wanted me to go out dining with her at a fancier restaurant. Most importantly, she did not discourage me by suggesting I return to nine to five job, which could bring me more money, but I did not enjoy it much. I enjoyed the part-time jobs as I got time to work on my stuff. I did not earn as much as I did when I worked at the previous company, but I enjoyed the freedom it gave me.

Walking into the building, I stopped at the reception desk to tell the receptionist I got a delivery for their tenant. She let me in after she verified my ID and the order. I took the escalator up to the 12th floor to deliver two boxes of pizza to the customer. I got out of the luxury elevator and turned left when I saw the direction to apartment number 1201. I had the two boxes of pizza ready before I rang the bell. While waiting for the door to open, I looked around and found there were only three apartments on this floor. I rang the bell again.

Once I rang the bell again, the door opened. I froze when my eyes met the eyes of the person who showed up. It was her, the woman I met at that networking event three months ago. She was in a black night rob. I gulped before I composed myself. I spoke but my voice was weak.

"The pizza!" I said as I handed the boxes of pizza to her.

She did not take them immediately but looked at me. I was certain she recognized me even though I did not put any makeup on. I only had minimum makeup on when I met her at that event.

"Darling, don't forget the tips!" A woman's voice was heard, coming from inside the apartment.

I lifted the pizza boxes again, asking her to take them.

She lifted her hand and handed me a banknote. I looked at the fifty dollars in her hand.

She slightly smiled and nodded at me as she gave me the fifty dollars, asking me to take it.

"..." I subtly shook my head. I stepped one step back as she stepped one step forward. I put the pizza boxes on the floor and rushed to the elevator.

I did not want to look back. I just hoped that she did not follow me. Rushing to the elevator, I felt the same way as I did three months ago. I felt a little relieved when the elevator opened as I pressed the button. I got onto the elevator. I froze, leaning on the elevator when I heard her voice from a distance.

"Camila, I'm sorry!" I tensed up as I watched the elevator closing.

I let go of my breath when the elevator did not reopen.

I got out of the elevator and ran to the exit not bothering to look at the reception way which I usually would do after I delivered something to a building. I ran to my bike and left the building immediately. I stopped at the central park to calm myself down under the big three. I was glad that was the final delivery for today so I could calm myself down after meeting that woman again. I might get suspended or lose my delivery job if she reported me for leaving the pizza boxes on the floor. I sighed, thinking it might be the last day of this job.